In Dreamland

Where cloudlets float within the aether vale

And waters break upon a tearless shore;

Sweet tuneful harmony, incessant roar;

All day the sun; at night the moon grows pale;

For me a never ceasing melody;

Alone on some vast height, beneath the sea,

Fitful and wild scudding across its breast

From pole to pole, the wailings of a world.

Ah me! to soar above this wild unrest

To roam at will where mortals ne'er have been

And wander o'er the pathless rocks unseen.

O let me dream on this enchanted shore

And hear the mighty waters rolling ever more!